Her name was Miranda Blake. Forty-one. A stunning woman with a smoky voice, soft laugh, and curves that made heads turn even when she wasn’t trying. She was the kind of woman who walked with the confidence of someone who knew…

It had been two full days since Lucien spent the night at Jack’s cabin. Since then, Jack had gone back to his usual routine — splitting logs with his bare arms in the misty mornings, sanding the edge of a…

The cabin was quiet again, the evening sun casting long golden rays through the tall pine trees. Jack stood shirtless at the workbench, arms flexing as he planed a fresh slab of cedar. The scent of sawdust mixed with his…

She only moaned in response, eyes fluttering as he undid his belt, let his thick cock spring free, and teased the head between her thighs. He ran it over her slick folds, spreading her wetness before sinking inside her in…

It started with a key. A simple brass key, left on Maddie’s pillow after her shower. No note. No ribbon. Just gleaming there, catching the light. But Maddie knew exactly what it meant. She didn’t ask Vanessa. She didn’t show Graham. She…